Ximena's POV
Morning light crept through my bedroom curtains, but I felt anything but refreshed. My eyes were swollen from hours of crying, and my throat ached from all the screaming I had done the night before. Sleep had been impossible, my mind replaying every horrible moment like a broken record I couldn't turn off.
The words I had hurled at Ezekiel haunted me, each one sharper than broken glass.
"I can't help being unattractive! No matter what I try, I can't lose this weight!"
"I despise being fat! I hate that Anton got everything perfect while I got nothing!"
The memories stung, leaving my stomach churning with regret and shame.
I pulled my comforter over my head, trying to disappear into the darkness of my bed. Maybe if I stayed hidden long enough, yesterday would stop existing. Maybe everyone would forget what a complete disaster I had become.
A gentle tap on my door interrupted my pity party, followed by Glenda's concerned voice.
"Ximena? Are you up?"
